Speaking of the Void Battlefield, it was a place Miss Nan rarely intended to approach willingly—the very existence of it was equivalent to trouble for her.
Just imagine it. Amid the vast, boundless void, under the call of the primordial origin, how dull and tedious must the daily lives of the powerful lifeforms in the void be? It was not as if they could encounter a Minor World matching their XP every moment and relax there.
Unless they specialized in harvesting World Origin, who would be willing to burrow into Minor Worlds all day long... constantly concealing their auras and hiding from the will of the Minor World like a grandson? What fun was there in that?
Just imagine how much entertainment the appearance of the Void Battlefield could bring to those bored, nearly moldy void bigshots amid such a plain and tedious daily life.
Not only could it select gladiators from Minor Worlds, but every so often, the Void Battlefield would even hold a void challenge... Those participating in the gladiatorial combat were, without exception, powerful lifeforms from the void.
Of course, it could produce prizes capable of attracting those Immortal Life forms...
Scarlet King, the master of the Void Battlefield, floated among the many major forces and small organizations of the Dimensional Void, thriving wherever he went. Yet no one had ever been able to uncover his background. Even The Congregation, which specialized in selling information, had no way to investigate this ultra-ultra-ultra-mysterious place... Wasn't that the same as a huge problem?
"That brat sure is killing happily..."
From within the shadow of a corpse, a pair of shifty eyes furtively surveyed the surroundings, searching for that fiery-red figure. Ever since White Brows announced the rules of the arena, Miss Nan One had every reason to believe that